Bai Xuan, looking at the enlarged face pressing down on her, stammered out, "Get... get married?"
"Don't know what marriage is?"
At that, Nangong Ming's eyes twitched fiercely, and the hand resting on her bathrobe's belt jerked it away. The bow he had tied so neatly came undone in a flash, and before Bai Xuan could even react to his lightning-fast movements, the belt was yanked out from under her and tossed onto the carpet of the room, "Good, it doesn't matter if you don't know what marriage is, as long as you know what a bridal chamber is!"
A bridal chamber? "Don't!"
Without thinking, Bai Xuan blurted out, her nervousness causing her to forget that her clothes had already been easily peeled open by the man. Before she could say anything else, she was interrupted by the man's decisive voice, "You don't even want the bridal chamber, do you plan to remain a widow or make me a cuckold in the future?"
Bai Xuan: "..."
A widow? Or to make him a cuckold?
